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www.qinqing.mewww.xinruo.meBy the ti Mulan found a pair of boots that fit and training clothes that were only two sizes too big, it was growing dark. Walking out of the clothing tent, she searched for her assigned barracks. Each tent looked the sa, and for a while, she wandered through the encant, happy for the darkness and the solitude. After weeks of being alone, she realized she had grown used to the solitary sounds of the thoughts in her head and Black Wind’s hooves hitting the ground.
As she ved ang the tents, she wrinkled her nose at the odd scents that filled the air. There was a distinct xture of sweat, unwashed clothes, and undercooked at. Even though she was hungry, the sll did little to entice her to fill her belly, instead king her queasy. Fires had been lit in front of the bigger tents, and soldiers stood around the warng their hands, their boong voices all the louder in the stillness of the night.
Mulan sighed. She wanted desperately, in that nt, to be back in her faly’s house, sitting with her sister. She wouldn’t even have protested if her ther tried to play with her unruly hair, twisting it and looping it as she led to herself. Your hair is like you, Mulan, iossible to control, she would say. But her voice would be soft, and Mulan would feel her ther’s gentle fingers brush over her shoulders, silently adding,
I love you.
Shaking her head, Mulan pushed away the thoughts of ho. They would do her no good. The nks had told her she had to act like a n. And n didn’t get weepy and sentintal. Spotting her assigned tent, Mulan slipped inside.
Iediately, she wished she hadn’t.
In front of her, n in various stages of undress joked and laughed with one another. Mulan’s face flushed and she felt her throat bee dry. Two of the conscripts were trading playful punches while they argued over who should get the better sleeping platfor Another conscript was searching through his clothing, tossing things over his shoulder without care. There was a conscript sharpening his sword and another picking his teeth with the tip of a dagger.
Keeping her eyes down, Mulan de her way through the tent. Other than the soldiers, the tent itself was practically ety. The only furniture was the eight sleeping platfor that ran the length of the tent. Beside st of thenbsp; were piles of clothing and equipnt, thrown down by whatever soldier had claid that platfor Spotting one of the last ety platfor, Mulan started toward it. But just as she was about to reach it, a conscript ved i
As she ved ang the tents, she wrinkled her nose at the odd scents that filled the air. There was a distinct xture of sweat, unwashed clothes, and undercooked at. Even though she was hungry, the sll did little to entice her to fill her belly, instead king her queasy. Fires had been lit in front of the bigger tents, and soldiers stood around the warng their hands, their boong voices all the louder in the stillness of the night.
Mulan sighed. She wanted desperately, in that nt, to be back in her faly’s house, sitting with her sister. She wouldn’t even have protested if her ther tried to play with her unruly hair, twisting it and looping it as she led to herself. Your hair is like you, Mulan, iossible to control, she would say. But her voice would be soft, and Mulan would feel her ther’s gentle fingers brush over her shoulders, silently adding,
I love you.
Shaking her head, Mulan pushed away the thoughts of ho. They would do her no good. The nks had told her she had to act like a n. And n didn’t get weepy and sentintal. Spotting her assigned tent, Mulan slipped inside.
Iediately, she wished she hadn’t.
In front of her, n in various stages of undress joked and laughed with one another. Mulan’s face flushed and she felt her throat bee dry. Two of the conscripts were trading playful punches while they argued over who should get the better sleeping platfor Another conscript was searching through his clothing, tossing things over his shoulder without care. There was a conscript sharpening his sword and another picking his teeth with the tip of a dagger.
Keeping her eyes down, Mulan de her way through the tent. Other than the soldiers, the tent itself was practically ety. The only furniture was the eight sleeping platfor that ran the length of the tent. Beside st of thenbsp; were piles of clothing and equipnt, thrown down by whatever soldier had claid that platfor Spotting one of the last ety platfor, Mulan started toward it. But just as she was about to reach it, a conscript ved i